"You trying to seduce my wife?" Mr. Cross whispered. "I thought I told you to fill those glasses with ice?"
Steven jumped. The man had snuck up right behind him, pinning him to the counter without making a sound.
"I'm not--definitely not" Steven stammered. The thought had never crossed his mind. He loved his new wife, and Mr. Cross was his wife's new boss. No way he'd be chasing after another man's woman, especially the wife of a man who could fire Marie.
"Don't lie to me, boy," Mr. Cross said. His thick fingers slithered over Steven's thighs and up to the waistband of his pants. "I know your type. You come out here in your linen shirt and designer jeans showing off your tight ass and long legs. You think I don't know what you're up to?"
Cross had a reputation for forcefulness, but this accusation was ridiculous. Of course he'd been talking to the man's wife. It was a party and that's what people did. Still, Steven tried to be diplomatic and explain. It was the first party they'd been invited to in the month since he and Marie had moved to this new city.
"I was--I was--thinking this was a casual-dress party, so jeans were okay." Though pretty much everyone else at the party was in suits or business casual, unfortunately Marie hadn't told him there was a dress code.
Mr. Cross ignored the excuse and deftly popped the top button of Steven's jeans and forced a hand down the front of his pants, causing the new husband to gasp and struggle in vain against the man's advances.
"Such a tight body," Mr. Cross whispered in Steven's ear. "And an inviting bulge."
"Stop it." Steven pulled at Mr. Cross's wrist, but only succeeded in pulling his own pubic hairs the man had firm grip on. He tried in vain to get his wife's attention--maybe she knew how to handle her boss. But she was in the next room and not facing his direction.
"Go ahead," Mr. Cross said, now stroking a finger along the shaft of the trapped man's sex. "Call her over. Then you can explain to your wife--yes, to Marie what we were doing."
The audacity of the man. Steven had just been trying to help out in the kitchen, and Cross had put him in this strange position. He hadn't been trying to send flirty signals to anyone, but somehow this man had generated an erotic tension out of nothing. The press of his solid body against Steven's, his voice and breath close to Steven's ear, and his fingers' intimate movements were having an undeniable effect.
Steven stopped resisting for a moment, and Cross used that time to force his other hand into the back of Steven's jeans. It was a tight fit, and his fingers pressed hard into the flesh of Steven's buttocks.
In dismay, Steven glanced again through the doorway to the next room where his wife was, but she was still turned away and chatting with some other guests.
The man was impossible. Now both of his hands were busy, one spreading Steven's ass cheeks while a strong finger played with his opening there, the other gripping and squeezing his hardening cock. There was no way to resist the man's advances.
Marie had said that the man was a force of nature, and that in business he conquered whatever goal he set his mind to. Everything at the office was a testament to achieving excellence. Steven had gotten a brief but vivid impression of that the one time he'd stopped by the office, shortly after Marie had been hired. The man's handshake had gripped his, and his eyes seemed to look into his soul, appraising him in a moment and, in a gratifying way, approving of what he saw.
"He has to have the best of everything," Marie had commented later.
Mr. Cross only worked afternoons, Marie had said admiringly, getting done in half a day what most people needed two days to accomplish. She made a joke about the half-days at work, saying that his wife was a former beauty queen--apparently she'd been Miss South Carolina about ten years ago--so no wonder he didn't get out of bed and come to work early.
And now, while a party was going on in the next room, Steven wondered what exactly Cross hoped to accomplish with this perverted sexual advance. Was he just jealous about men coming on to his stunner of a wife? No doubt it happened a lot. So was he just marking his territory like an alpha male?
Groping another man in the kitchen was a weird way to do that. And now he'd forced Steven's pants halfway down his thighs, giving him freer access. He'd have to stop the man's hands before someone came in and discovered them.
"I'm pretty sure your wife will notice you're missing any minute now," Cross's voice crooned in his ear, while his hands continued their probing Steven's ass and cock. "And then she'll come looking for you here, wondering what's taking you so long."
"Yes!" Steven gasped, "So stop this right now and let me get my clothes back to normal. We'll just forget this happened."
"Ahhh, you don't understand," Cross replied. "I want her to find us like this. You with your pants halfway down your legs, your cock hard, and you obviously enjoying my attentions."
